June has been a month for visiting old friends, or having them visit me -- first David, then Lane, and now Yuri, who I met in grad school in New York in 1997. He's an atmospheric scientist, 43 years old, short and rather buffed, smooth chest, bright open face, thick brown hair. No wrinkles, no grey hair, could easily pass for 30. He must have a picture in an attic somewhere.
He lives in London, but I usually arrange to meet him somewhere else in Europe: Minsk in 2009, Paris and Amsterdam in 2011, Iceland last October. And now Amsterdam again.
Except this year we'll be in town for the Horsemen's Club!
It used to meet every Sunday afternoon at the Argos Bar on Warmoesstraat: a club for men with at least 20 centimeters (about 8 inches) -- they measured you at the door. No sex, but a lot of groping, fondling, and cruising.
Then they changed it to big men and their admirers. Everyone was welcome, but 20+ centimeters got in free. And they allowed safe sex.
I used to go every year, but now that it only meets on the third Sunday of the month, it's hard to arrange trips to coincide with it. This year, though, I arrange my vacation with Yuri to be in Amsterdam on June 18th.
Thursday
My flight to Amsterdam arrives at 8:15 am. I take the train to the Central Station and go cruising at Drake's Boutique on Damrak, near the Oude Kirk. I go down on three guys: older, wearing a business suit; a burly truck-driver type; and a tall, slim Asian guy.
If it's this busy in the morning, what's it like at 9:00 pm?
Yuri arrives at 11:30. We have lunch and then take the train to Utrecht, an hour away, to visit my Suriname friend Eli: 29 years old, very dark skin, handsome face, average penis.
He takes us on a city tour, and to dinner at Djakarta, an Indonesian restaurant, then back to his apartment for "sharing." He's into kissing and cuddling, but also an anal top. After I go down on him, he tops Yuri.
I'm too jetlagged to pay much attention.
After breakfast, we take the train back to Amsterdam and check into our hotel, which is right next door to the Nieuwe Kirke. We visit the Rijksmuseum and the Stedelijk Museum of Modern Art, work out at Health City, and then go to PRIK and Dirty Dicks.
We "share" a tall, thin twink from Germany who has a Mortadella+: Yuri and I take turns kissing him and going down on him, and then he goes down on us at the same time.
Afterwards we go to The Eagle, a leather cruise bar, and pick up Eser, a Turkish bear in his 30s with a hairy chest, hairy arms, a small belly, and a cut Kielbasa. He lets me go down on him while he's kissing Yuri, and then he tops Yuri while he's going down on me (try it).
We go to the Rembrandt House, the Museum Van Loon, and the Tropenmuseum, and go jogging at Ooster Park.
Eser meets us for dinner at Montmatre, and takes us cruising at Spijker and the Web. Yuri and I go to the dark room and kiss while guys we can't see are going down on us.
Then Eser invites us both back to his apartment to "share" his hookup: Paul, a French otter (slim with a hairy chest), in his 20s, with a long face and a Bratwurst+.
I go down on Paul while Yuri is going down on Eser, and then we switch positions. Surprisingly, Paul turns out to be into anal, so he tops Yuri (with a condom, of course). Eser asks to top me, but I refuse; instead, I talk him into interfemoral.
Afterwards we return to our hotel.
I go to services at the Old Lutheran Church while Yuri works out, and then we meet for lunch at a Thai place.
"The Horsemen's Club open at 3:00," I tell him. "I can't wait -- it's been too long!"
Yuri looks down at his plate. "Maybe you will go alone. I will go to the Bijbels Museum and meet you later."
Huh? "But the Horsemen's Club is the reason we came to Amsterdam!" I'm not a big fan of the city overall -- it's dirty, rundown, a little rough, very sleazy, and there are entirely too many drunk and high foreigners making fools of themselves.
"The reason you came, maybe. I came here to see you."
"But...you're totally into bigger guys! If it's under 8 inches, you throw it back!"
"Yes, but..."
"Is it because of your size? I don't measure up either, but I always got in, even when it was 20 centimeters only. Now it's open to all big guys and their admirers."
"My size is good, thanks."
"My age is good, too. But...since we came here, I am topped four times. That is more than usually for me in a month. My butt is sore, and I am tired. It is too much cruising. On our last day in Amsterdam. I want to do quiet, peaceful things."
So we go to Vondel Park and look at the cute guys running shirtless through the grass.
We go to a street market, where I buy a 19th century ex libris plate.
We stop for ice cream.
We browse in the Book Exchange.
In the evening we stay in our hotel room and watch tv.
Best day in Amsterdam ever.
See also: I Become a Birthday Present at the Horseman's Club
In case you're planning to go, the Horsemen's Club now meets at the Eagle on the 3rd Sunday of the month, 3-7 pm. Admission charge 8 euros.
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